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 Sep 2018 Sarah Larsen
Jude
I despise myself for not being someone you could love.
being a poet in love
means writing down
every single emotion
you’ve ever felt on to paper

it means turning simple things
about a person into
deep details that only
you would notice

such as when the one you
love simply smiles at you
that could turn into
“his mouth turned upward into
a small smile upon his cheeks
making my stomach erupt
into tiny butterflies”

it means writing every single
interaction you’ve had with that
person and turning it into something
poetic and beautiful even if it’s as
simple as a smile

it means letting your heart
do the writing for you as the
emotions pour out of your mind

but it also means heartbreak
lots and lots of heartbreak
having your heartbroken
even helps poets write about
being in love

it’s hard being a poet in love
because we can never find
someone who truly wants
to be written about
wrote this for a contest enjoy
Hope:
The biggest killer of them all

It will lift you up high
To send you crashing to the ground

Hope:
The most painful gift around

It will keep you alive
Just to torture you longer

Hope:
Heartbreak disguised as joy

It will let you feel whole
Just to shatter you more

Hope:
The biggest killer of them all

*It will give you love
Then watch you drown
I know I haven't posted in forever but here's a ****** poem for everyone... I've been really struggling lately, and haven't had the will to write. I tried to od last weekend but didn't have enough pills. I'm sorry
this poem
is not about you

even though
your spirit is in every word
your voice sounds strong
in the halls of my mind
telling me things
I am now sure
I want to know

this poem is
about me

trying to understand
you
Pour energy
into your
words

Write with intensity
so great
that if you held the page
from a mountain's peak
your words
would be mistaken
for
stars
wow! I'm so honored to have been selected for the daily. I feel like there are far more deserving writers than I!
Thank you everyone for reading my work and all the lovely comments.
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 May 2016 Sarah Larsen
M
We write it and we destroy it
Do with it what we see fit
Tear it up
Burn it, hide it below dead js in a cup
Like our souls
Like the cigarette burn holes
In our shirts and our arms
Our sleeping bags
Awoken to forever-under-our-eyes bags
Because of you, I can no longer sleep in my bed,
without imagining you beside me,
I ache for the day my body can be put at rest again,
by the soothing feeling of being held in
your
arms.

I can hardly face myself in the mirror,
without wanting to scream your name,
my bed sheets can wrap and drape around me for all they please,
but the sensation of being locked in your grasp,
is something truly unbeatable.

If anything, I miss your eyes,
and the way they looked from beneath me,
I miss being suffocated by your cologne,
and I miss your lips and they way they tasted,
like green apple chapstick.

You have left me,
you left me,
And now I miss you.

I miss you with every inch of my ******* soul,
the part that makes me the saddest,
is that I'm stuck with everything you left behind,
You left me, and now
I am alone.
i miss you
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